...each day so you don't miss the small moments of love.
This morning I turned 29~again. It really is like the fountain of youth over here. (wink.)
We went to family mass on this very snowy morning and were handed life's best treasures. If we blinked too quickly, focused a little to much on the wrestling in our pew or weren't paying attention, we may have missed my birthday gifts.
Cherub 1 was singing in the church choir and was thrilled to play the rain stick instrument for the first time. The sounds were beautiful but her excited glance to hubby and & I after she made the first attempt was precious. Sometimes as adults we get caught up and forget how exciting every little new adventure can be.
Cherub 2 went up to the alter during the children's mass. The Deacon asked if anyone could remember who was baptized in the readings. His hand shot right up. I held my breath, not sure if we might get 'super mario' or some crazy answer. His answer of Jesus blew us away. Not b/c it was right. Lucky guess or not, it was a sign that something had sunk in. The funniest part though was when the Deacon was trying to get the kids to talk about water and it's significance. He gave them a hint and asked them if they washed up this morning with it. "NO", cherub 2 shook his head. I didn't wash up today. So, our scrubby little cherub was on the alter but hey, dirty or not, he was really there. Hubby & I were keeling over laughing in the pew.
Cherub 3 cuddled with me all throughout mass until one moment when he broke into a serious wrestling match with cherub 2~right there in the pew. Hubby & I found ourselves muttering, break it up, break it up. Classic.
Hubby grabbed my hand during mass today. A small gift of love for my birthday that no one needed to see or know about. One that I felt, that meant the world to me. As we watched our cherubs grow up, we shared the laughter, the pride, the craziness~together.